Travelling to a Lions event yesterday somewhere in the depths of the countryside I found myself a little lost (if you see what I mean. And no, I am not Irish, Belgian or Swedish.) I pulled up outside a village store that appeared to be open. It was, so I entered and asked the man behind the counter if he could tell me the quickest way to my destination.
"Are you walking or driving?" he asked.
"Driving," I replied.
"Yes," he confirmed. "That's the quickest way."